Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 1043 - 1042: Nights Like This Come Once in a Lifetime

The two of them spoke intermittently, while behind the row of trees and benches, Lin Hua stood there pale, holding his phone.Her fingers trembled as she tried hard to restrain herself.

Feng Sheng is unexpectedly not dead.

Why, why didn’t they tell her?

But she’s an extremely smart person, and soon she figured it out.

The person who crashed the car was Feng Sheng.

Lin Hua stood there, her whole body freezing cold. She knew she should remain calm, act as if nothing had happened, but she couldn’t do it. She stood frozen, unable to move.

She didn’t know how long had passed, nor how much Wang Jingyao had said, before she gradually came to her senses.

Gripping her phone tightly, she slowly headed towards the villa.

When she reached the villa entrance, Wang Jingyao’s phone rang again. Startled, she looked down and saw it was Wang Jingchuan calling. Just as she was about to answer, Wang Jingyao came over, alone.

He took the phone from her hand, said a few words to Wang Jingchuan on the other side, and then hung up, gently saying, "It’s chilly outside, and you’re not wearing a coat."

He sighed, "Just like that little rascal, always worrying others."

Lin Hua’s complexion was poor, her heart pounding, "Is Anxi alone there?"

Wang Jingyao smiled, "Yes, she needs some time alone."

Lin Hua paused, then softly said, "Were you talking to her just now?"

Old Wang smiled suddenly, reaching out to pinch her cheek, "Look at you, all sour. Are you jealous of a little rascal? She’s the old lady’s precious darling, I wouldn’t dare touch her with even a finger."

Lin Hua hooked his arm, reprimanding, "That’s not what I meant."

Old Wang patted her hand, "I was just trying to cheer you up, seeing you’re in a bad mood. Come on, it’s windy outside, let me help you upstairs to rest well tonight. There’s lots to do tomorrow. Oh, and have a light drink tomorrow, don’t run around. I’ll have Chen Ming accompany you."

Lin Hua murmured a response and smiled, but Wang Jingyao felt her smile was somewhat forced, "What’s wrong?"

Lin Hua leaned her head on his shoulder, "A bit tired."

He helped her upstairs, and after Lin Hua lay down to rest, he stayed by her side.

The light was warm and soft. Wang Jingyao gently brushed her face, his voice soft, "Can’t sleep?"

Lin Hua nodded lightly.

Wang Jingyao went to pour her a glass of water and placed it by the bed, "Do you want a sip?"

She shook her head.

Wang Jingyao smiled, "I’ll tell you a story to lull you to sleep."

Lin Hua chuckled, "I’m not a child."

"I’m putting my daughter to sleep," Old Wang teased, then went to the study and actually returned with a fairy tale book, lying down beside her, reading it softly to her.

Lin Hua had thought it would be awkward, but he read very well, his voice pleasant and lively, like a broadcast graduate.

Wang Jingyao read several stories in a row, finding Lin Hua seemingly asleep, he smiled, carefully moved her to lie down, removed her shoes, changed her into pajamas, covered her with a thin blanket, and adjusted the air conditioning temperature several times, treating her like a treasure.

After finishing all this, he brought some documents over, sat on the sofa by the window, adjusted the lamp light low considering her.

Lin Hua lay quietly, but kept her eyes open in the darkness.

No, she was not asleep.

How could she sleep, with her blood boiling, heart restless, and she even wanted to rush out to find Feng Sheng.

But when Wang Jingyao so gently read her fairy tales, caring for her thinking she was asleep, she wanted to cry... Tears soaked a patch of pillow, and gradually she really fell asleep.

When Wang Jingyao checked on her, he felt her face, touching a patch of cold wetness.

He was startled for a moment, then looked at the wet shine in the corner of her eyes under the light.

She had been crying.

Being such a sharp person, he quickly deduced she had overheard his conversation with Anxi, which explained her pale face and bad mood.

But why didn’t Lin Hua ask him?

Of course, she didn’t ask because he wouldn’t say, some things once spoken could never be taken back, something Wang Jingyao knew all too well...

He lay quietly, pondering...

He was a man skilled in scheming, and this would be no exception.

The night was quiet, and everyone had their thoughts.

Downstairs, there was still bustle, as the old lady had the Gu family stay, insisting the child be married off here tomorrow, all because she acknowledged this daughter, making it possible. Wang Keru thought it over and agreed.

They were bustling, discussing matters, as the courtyard became heavy with dew in the deep night.

Gu Anxi sat alone, wearing a coat, swinging her small feet out of boredom.

Suddenly her phone rang, a message from Gu Mingzhu.

Her message, as always, poetic in its melancholy.

—Anxi, remember to be happy.

Gu Anxi laughed, her little feet swinging while replying.

—I haven’t forgotten; I’ll remember.

Gu Mingzhu on the other side was angry.

Gu Anxi found it amusing, thinking she was a bit cute, and after chatting a bit more, they stopped talking.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket, sighing softly—

Tomorrow she was about to get married, yet at this moment, she felt utterly lonely. Why?

Counting time, Yan Yan was still on the plane, Wang Qin was likely being affectionate with Fang Ming, Gu Mingzhu was needless to say, and it seemed as if she was the only idle person left in the whole world. She sighed softly...

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the flowers and trees ahead, she frowned, "Who’s there?"

The person didn’t reply, but peacefully stepped out from behind the trees, shattering the moonlight.

It was Bo Xichen.

He wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, slowly approaching her, pinching her cheek lightly, "Bored?"

Gu Anxi wanted to slap his hand away but couldn’t bear to, pretending indifference, "No, I’m not."

He chuckled, taking her hand, "Want to go out and play?"

She widened her eyes, "Really?"

It wasn’t until he led her over the courtyard wall that she realized, belatedly, "Uncle, did you climb over the wall?"

He solemnly responded, and her jaw dropped in surprise.

It really was him.

Outside the garden wall, a Hummer was parked, and he opened the car door for her.

Gu Anxi sat down and asked curiously, "Are we going back to Si Garden?"

"No, there are quite a few people at home." He smiled.

Gu Anxi blinked, "Then how did you manage to have time to come here?"

His smile deepened, "Father rushed back early today to handle family affairs. Just now, he told me to come and enjoy the moonlight with you."

Her face felt a little warm, "Aren’t we not supposed to see each other before the wedding?"

Bo Xichen started the car, "That was in the past, back then you couldn’t even... before marriage."

He didn’t finish, and Gu Anxi shot him a glance, muttering under her breath, "You’re like a little uncle with a shady past."

"Not satisfied?" He chuckled, his voice warm, "Since we’ve decided to be together, getting used to married life early isn’t a bad thing."

She huffed lightly, "Excuse."

"Excuse, or a reason?" He seemed in a very good mood, not at all like a man about to get married tomorrow.

The only thing that indicated his marital status was the plain white gold ring between his slender fingers.

Gu Anxi was no fool and clearly understood what he meant, so she wasn’t about to say much more to him. She shuffled her position and fell silent, while Little Uncle Bo seemed quite pleased with himself.

At this moment, the car suddenly shook slightly. She found it odd and looked outside the window, then said, "We’re going uphill."

He responded with a "Hmm, uphill."

He then added, "There’s a tent and some red wine in the trunk; we’re spending the night outdoors."

Gu Anxi counted on her slender fingers, "Sounds nice. Are you sure we’ll make it on time tomorrow?"

Bo Xichen focused on the road ahead, smiling, "As long as you behave a little, there shouldn’t be any problem."

Gu Anxi was displeased again. What did he mean by "behave a little"?

He really was shameless, seeking benefits while pretending it was all for her happiness.

She crossed her arms in front of her, acting very proud, and Bo Xichen merely smiled.

They drove for about an hour and reached the top of a hill on the outskirts of Beicheng. It seemed he’d prepared in advance; the open area was quite large and decorated with small night lights, giving it a warm ambiance.

Gu Anxi hopped out of the car, enjoying the night breeze, "It’s nice and cool."

"Even if it’s cool, you should wear a small blanket." He wrapped one around her and then called her over, "Help me set up the tent."

Gu Anxi complained, "Do I have to do manual labor too?"

He looked at her.

She frowned and, as she walked over, said, "Fine, fine, I’ll help."

She had a bit of a temper, but she knew what he liked, so she walked over, placing her hands on the trunk and still complaining, "Little Uncle, if you’re too tired, you shouldn’t have come out."

He smiled, opening the trunk with one hand.

As the trunk slowly opened, she was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to close.

Inside the trunk was a bouquet of pink roses, shaped like a large heart, a rare variety not usually seen. She looked up longingly, "Little Uncle, you’re so cheesy."

He chuckled and took out a box from the center of the bouquet, opening it.

Inside lay a pink diamond ring and a thin bracelet, also adorned with pink diamonds.

He put the bracelet on her, smiling, "You might not be used to wearing a ring, so just wear this for now. It’s made from the same stone as the ring."

Gu Anxi looked down at the thin chain with a pink diamond in the middle, simple yet stunningly beautiful.

Having been accustomed to good things, she immediately recognized it as a designer piece.

She looked up, "Is it expensive?"

"Very expensive." He pinched her cheek, "Probably can only afford to get married once in a lifetime."

Gu Anxi didn’t believe it, but she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

She put on the ring herself, very pleased with it. Bo Xichen clasped her fingers, intertwining them, murmuring, "Anxi, will you help me set up the tent now, hmm?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "Professor Bo, you’re a poison."

He laughed lowly, lowering his head...

Eventually, he didn’t make her set up the tent. He did it himself. The tent was quite large, with a white wool blanket, roses, small night lights, and even her favorite little pillow.

Once finished, he walked to the edge of the mountain, where Gu Anxi was standing, looking at the town below.

Below, there seemed to be a town. It was late, and many lights had gone out, with just a few lonely ones remaining.

He hugged her from behind, holding her in his arms, "Standing here for a long time, aren’t you cold?"

Gu Anxi was feeling a bit cold, but now she was warm from behind; she shook her head, "I’m okay, but it’s getting late..."

Just as she was about to suggest going to bed, he held her tightly, "Stay with me a little longer."

She froze for a moment, then suddenly noticed a light illuminating the front. Looking up, she was stunned.

At the foot of the mountain, a castle slowly rose, resembling fireworks yet not. The huge lights were like images on a giant movie screen, very impressive.

Gu Anxi was also stunned. She took a few steps forward, looking at the seemingly real castle, the pumpkin carriage, and the Palace Attendants coming and going. She choked up, "Little Uncle?"

He still held her, whispering in her ear, "Doesn’t every girl have a princess dream? Do you like this scene?"

She moved gently, half-leaning against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, but her gaze was fixed on the scene before her, "How did you do this?"

Bo Xichen smiled, "Reflection, like a movie, but using the night sky as a screen. It was difficult, and I studied it for a long time."

She suddenly let out a sob, lunging into his arms with a shriek.

"Little Uncle, you’re amazing."

He chuckled, patting the little one in his arms, "Will you be very good?"

Gu Anxi’s earlier feelings of being moved completely disappeared... getting agitated.

He continued to smile, lowering his head, "Actually, it’s too much effort just for a moment of happiness. If you’re always moved and happy, wouldn’t you become a little fool?"

She hugged him tightly, complaining, "Little Uncle, can’t you be romantic until the end?"

He brought her into the tent, and in front of a small table, poured them both a glass of red wine. She leaned against him, watching outside together as fireworks began in front of the castle, a dream for every girl.

Suddenly, she felt like crying a little. Little Uncle was a very practical person, yet he went to all this effort just for her moment of happiness. She suddenly realized that this kind of night would only happen once in their lifetime...

She sipped her wine in small mouthfuls, then began to open up, saying many things she’d never wanted to before. This night marked the end of her girlhood.

By dawn, she had become Mrs. Bo.

Early in the morning, Bo Xichen woke up, chuckling to himself. His arm was almost numb...

The phone rang; it was Bo Nianyao calling. Nian Yao’s father cleared his throat, "It’s not early anymore. You should be coming back. First, take the little one to Grandma."